Dad and mom instilled in all of us a sense of service; I became an usher like dad, Javi and Tony were altar boys, like dad in his youth, and Maggie was in the choir. As a couple, mom and dad attended conventions and retreats, and encuentros; they went out to evangelize and pray for our neighborhood. Dad supported mom in upholding our principles when the LA riots occurred; when everyone was looting around us, we stayed put. Together mom and dad ingrained in us to fear God; to know that our actions always have consequences; to respect our elders; to help anyone in any way we can; and to never give up hope when issues arise because everything happens for a reason and God is in control. 
Last, I’d like to talk about dad’s last days. Dad was a social butterfly; he loved get-togethers with friends and family but near the end this became difficult with dementia setting in and affecting his mind. It started to become frustrating for him to remember details, so he couldn’t fully join conversations; new environments were upsetting to him. The worst part was how dementia hurt the way in which he understood his medical conditions and was unable to explain what he was experiencing. It was a huge challenge to us because we were unable to decipher all the hidden cues and that eventually was his demise. About a week before passing, dad got pneumonia and had difficulty breathing which led to pressure being put on his already frail heart. He coded 2 times in the ER but was intubated after he was brought back the first time and ended up in the ICU where he was under sedation but could still hear us and respond. But he was not well; his heart was weak and after pushing himself to hold on for more than 12 hours so Maggie, Nick, and Sabrina could be there with him, his heart gave one final beat…and he went home to rest. He is survived by his sister Soledad Chole, many nieces and nephews, his wife Victoria, his 4 kids, 9 grandkids, 2 great grandbabies who will miss him every day.

He was a disciplinarian but he also showed us love and affection in many ways. We went to the river to catch chacales; to Santa Paula to harvest oranges; to the beach countless times to bbq; to the coast to fish although many nights we returned home empty handed; we went to el parquet de las rosas (exposition park) many times. Dad was also my driving drill sergeant, I mean driving instructor. At the ripe age of 13, he handed me the keys of a car and told me to drive us home, lol. Dad gave many great experiences growing up; experiences that are now precious memories which we will treasure in our hearts. 
Dad was also a grandpa and great-grandpa to all mom’s grandkids!! He loved and protected each one. When the parents were working, dad would drive Ricky, Andrew, Emily, Stephan, and Sabrina to school! Dad was not around for Karla, Karen, and Abril because they live in Mexico. But he was still their abuelo; he always helped send money for David to spend on his family as he saw fit. Dad and mom always called Mexico to check on everyone even when calling home cost and arm and a leg. Later, they used calling cards to try to save on international calls but they never stopped having contact with all of them. And even though his great grandbabies are in North Carolina, when they come to visit, dad was the first to make them laugh. We thank God that our youngest family members were blessed with having met Yeye as he requested to be called instead of abuelo. 
I want to return to dad being a man of faith… dad was always a firm believer in God and he exercised his faith in the ways in which he was raised. He taught us to pray the rosary (on our knees) and the litany; together with mom took us to Sunday school and had us participate in as many sacraments as possible. He helped as an usher for many years; first in LA then when we moved, in Fontana as well. Also, Maggie remembers that dad took us to church every Sunday AND Wednesday.

Dad’s bio
Dad was born to Antonia Sixto and Librado Larios. He was one of 8 kids who were born and raised in Tuxcacuesco, Jalisco a small town near el Volcan Nevado de Colima where he had a happy childhood. 
Dad was an educated man: although he only attended elementary school for a few years because he helped his brother Cuco to tend to la milpa and other farm-related chores.  Dad always said you didn’t need a school to teach you to be educated and he was living proof: dad was always respectful to others. 
Dad was always a man of faith: he was raised Catholic and he participated fully in church-related ministries starting with being an altar boy, he even knew Latin! He also wanted to go to el seminario to become a priest! But God had other plans for him. 
Dad was a man of many talents: while serving at church, he learned many skills including typing on a typewriter and playing music and that is when dad discovered he was musically inclined! Dad LOVED music. He played a violin, and could also play my daughter’s keyboard. He was the lead singer for a mariachi back in his youth. Even though life had other plans for him than being a professional singer, his appreciation for music never waned AND it was passed down to Nick his grandson. 
Dad was a great sibling. Although he was a little brother, he helped his entire family including helping to put little brother Lupe through college. 
Dad was a great husband; he and mom didn’t have a perfect marriage, I’m not going to lie and paint dad as a saint because no one is perfect, starting w me. But dad was always in support of mom and he adopted her parenting style. Together they navigated the ups and downs of matrimony. A matrimony that lasted close to half a century! How many couples can say that?! 
Dad was 2 times a father. I met dad when I was just a little kid, when he met mom. So he became an instant father to me and my siblings. Then, dad became a dad again when Tony and Maggie were born....

He was very musically gifted. He knew how to play many instruments and even sang in a Mariachi band

Mi mas sentido pesame Para la familia. Que dios le de fortalesa i a toda la familia, que dios lo tenga en su santa Gloria I en el paraiso donde lla no habra dolor sino solo alegria.
 I estara viendo I cuidando asu Esposa e hijos, nietos. Que descanse en paz....se le recordara simpre..a don Carlos

Departe de la Familia:
                     Perez Figueroa.

I will always remember this great man for he granted me his blessing and permission to take his beautiful daughter as my wife and to extension my family by joing his. Forever thank you papa carlos

OBITUARIO

Carlos Larios Sixto

4 noviembre, 1943 – 22 octubre, 2024

Montecito Memorial Park and Mortuary

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